"Omosewa as you you remember the daughter of who you are, don't let me any picture of you dressing like all this girls that are not well trained, or else....." My mom sighed deeply before she continued her sermon "You know me sewa, and let me see you with any boy or intentionally or unintentionally hear that you are pregnant " , "All passengers taking the flight to New York" the loud voice of my savior who interrupted my mothers sermon boomed through the airport, I turned to my mum "I'm up now bye " I said dragging my box with me but a hand who was so intent on making me miss my flight dragged me back, "Sewa, let me pray for you, Bere mole", I looked around to check if anyone was witnessing this embarresment before turning back to her with a frustrated look on my face, "Mummy, I am going to miss my flight" I said, but she was not taking it, "Let me pray fast jare, kneel down", I knelt down hoping to get over this quick, "In Jesus name, Father I pray as your daughter Omosewa is going to school abroad, hmm I have many enemies oh plenty, they thought that I would notove forward but look at my daughter, Father Omosewa will not follow bad friends, no boy friends, no..."
"Amen" I shouted as I told them bye and ran away before my mum could call me back, after all the stressful processes I was finally on the plane.
A part if me was excited, I would meet new people, different types of people.
Another part was nervous that I may not be accepted.
But mainly as my parents say and I should say I am giving there to bring money back home.
I lay my head on my sleep and drafted into sleep
